寻禅一尊尊佛像是石间盛开的莲花,端坐祥云之上,与朝圣者相遇在寂静的空山。相视无语,唯有默契。我携一身空灵,阅读你的容颜,只为破译你满腹的玄机,彻悟你澄明的主旨,于是,你拂拭镜台,拈花一笑,把我的思想推向一种超然的高度。拾阶树影斑驳,石阶漫漫,或抛入林中,或止于壑边。虔诚的心灵,在脚下留一串岁月的足迹,踩一场杏花春雨,踏一轮中秋明月,弯弯曲曲的石路,是一首清淡素雅的小令,九曲回肠。 A statue of Buddha is like a lotus Buddha in full bloom, sitting Xiangyun above, and the pilgrims meet in the silence of the empty mountain. Photo as speechless, only understanding. I carry an ethereal, reading your face, only to decipher your full of mystery, thorough understanding of your clear motives, so you swipe the stage, a smile, my thoughts into a transcendental height. Stairs shadows mottled, stone steps long, or thrown into the forest, or stop the gully. Devout soul, leaving a footsteps of years at the footsteps of footsteps, step on an apricot spring rain, riding a Mid-Autumn Festival moon, winding stone road, is a light and elegant Xiao Ling, nine ileum.